DOLABELLA.Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:An argument that he is pluck'd, when hitherHe sends so poor a pinion of his wing,Which had superfluous kings for messengersNot many moons gone by.

[Enter EUPHRONIUS.]

CAESAR.Approach, and speak.

EUPHRONIUS.Such as I am, I come from Antony:I was of late as petty to his endsAs is the morn-dew on the myrtle leafTo his grand sea.

CAESAR.Be't so: declare thine office.

EUPHRONIUS.Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, andRequires to live in Egypt: which not granted,He lessens his requests; and to thee suesTo let him breathe between the heavens and earth,A private man in Athens: this for him.Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;Submits her to thy might, and of thee cravesThe circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,Now hazarded to thy grace.

CAESAR.For Antony,I have no ears to his request. The queenOf audience nor desire shall fail; so sheFrom Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,Or take his life there: this if she perform,She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.